locust demands a second round, well i can oblige
thats how long it takes til his head is found inside of my ride
drivin thru the middle of nowhere with him in the close chair
bitch u aint got little or no flare so go share
a bathtub with a great white
ur math club ass gets scrubbed when i take mics and and disrupt
ur launch when u take flight, swarm or solo
i come adorned with bolos, to perform procedures on fraudelent cholos
even if u storm in boatloads, i hold closed ur fate
your soul floats away, ur eyes disarmed with the soul glo
bold statement made when i rolled 8 grenades, inside ya
8th grade paper mache fort, the shrapnel made its way
inside ya femeral, locusts dim ass, hides within precinct walls
trynna find where the keep the law books, hopin to skim past
u aint matchin up to my strength, focus in gym class
ill throw u from my window, ur necks broken on impact